Shake Some Chili Flakes On Me

sometimes poems start out like hoagies
stuff just piled

this is one of those types
get ready

it is going to work on your salivatory parts
hot peppers and mayo mix
words can do that
salt and pepper packet too
words can be tangy i hope

now without further ado
settle back into your skeleton and get ready to zip away
come zip with moi
through the glossy terrain

we can slurp magnesium from ponds
where ice balls plummet
and make square ripples

i have a bottle of hot sauce in my hand
it is the verysame bottle of hot sauce in my hand

it says Louisiana
that is the land of the hot swamps
and the land of the best 2-step music in all of the world
and the land of valuable but unfortunately wet stamps

none of Jupiter's moons can touch the hot swampy product

listen to what i say as the day wastes away
there will be some corn and grilled whitefish smothered in whatever
just on the other side of the miracle strip

today because i sit here i cannot view the ocean
but i can buy a seafood pie and taste the ocean
i can have the squid and the eel and the lobster

or i can just sit here and type this
it is dedicated to the way that the sea feels
heavy, true, salty, and perhaps tainted

SHAKE SOME CHILI FLAKES ON ME

i am 50% water
25 % cartilage
20% bones
4% hot sauce
1% flavorings

you know about me and eggs and hot sauce
and also about the onions and the garlic and the long almost coma-like periods
when I am drifting
like an unopened bag of chips